i like a good glass of gravy in the morning just like everyone else

If you were going to go out, say, for a long night out where you go to dinner, and a movie, and get to listen to music in the car and have an uninterrupted conversation or two with a friend, I suppose there are worse things you could come home to than your son’s huge, giant, enormously swollen black eye obtained from roughhousing with his father – this injury inflicted on the exact eye that had just barely recovered from a rather nasty stye. I mean really, it could be a lot worse.

In other news today I picked up seed potatoes (Russian Banana fingerlings!) and two thai pepper plants while Nels lost a pair of shoes – all at the iconic and fabulous Satsop Nursery, which looks like rundown scary buildings and then you go inside and it’s a lovely jungle of beautifully-maintained plants.

Tonight with friend Amy on our date I ordered Irish Coffee and Bangers & Mash at the Galway Bay pub in Ocean Shores. And I really did not regret that decision in the slightest. Yes, that’s right, sausages actually covered in gravy, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

Comments are closed.